everything looked perfect from farther away but I wish I'd seen a field below
I wish I would have heard a rooster crow
Time is a lover and I'm caught in her stead
open your eyes
losing who you are
I'm somehow not surprised
If my friends and my foes would just drop me a line that'd be nice
Every day in here feels like it's only a game
I never stop feeling strange
Because I never see you coming or leaving
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